| Chasing after ghosts
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| Running through the shadows
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| In search of what has passed
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| Like séances replayed
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| There’s whispering in the wind
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| Echoing from the past
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| The ghosts of history
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| Living in the rear-view mirror
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| A vision mesmerizing
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| Moving in the mist, dissolving
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| Until invisible at last
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| Seeing what we wish to see
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| A vision of our own creation
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| Made of memories to last
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| While the ghost of what could be
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| Is staring back at you
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| Inside the rear-view mirror
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| Chasing after ghosts
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| Seeking shelter from the rain
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| Running back to home again
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| Memories that will ever last
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| Running back to home again
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| On the wings of a cloudless sky
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| Silver sound leads the way for the ride
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| Everyone, everywhere in every land
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| Can hear that magic sound
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| Melodies traveling through the air
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| The music will surround
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| Lost inside the magic of the sound
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| Lost in every way again until we’re found
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| Lost in every way again until we’re found
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| Lost in every way again until we’re found
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| Chasing after ghosts
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| Searching on and on forever
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| A constant mystery
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| Searching on forever
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| There’s nothing left to see
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| In the rear-view mirror
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| There’s only history
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| Seeking shelter from the rain
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| Running back to home again
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| Memories that will ever last
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| Running back to home again |